Little Black Girl

Does the pigment of my skin determine my character? Or am I just a little black girl? Does the pigment of my skin change your perception of me? Does it determine my worth? Or am I just a little black girl? See, I wasn’t put here just to be good-looking. Read the pages of my book and see what I’ve got cooking. From the color of my skin to the strides of my walk to the talk that I talk, my black is power. From my culture to my spirit to the pain of my background, my black is power. The roots of my tree go so very deep, you can hear the boldness in every word that I speak. My vocabulary will throw you off, my appearance will fool you, and my intelligence will school you. Don’t underestimate that “little black girl.” Respect is not what I require, respect is what I demand. Barack Obama taught me I can change the world. And that it can happen from the hands of a little black girl.